VICE Party

So, I didn't get to go to the VICE party because I'm stuck in the land of kimchi and plastic surgery, but luckily my friend Finn (who you may remember from this post) stepped in to save the day.


And get a free ticket to see Tom Vek.

Anyway, here's his awesome review, which made me uber jealous.


Can I come home now please?

After years of attempting to secure the vice.com domain from a stubborn porn site, VICE finally beat down the final sex gimp standing in their way.  Some say it was a 3ft tall transsexual midget built like a brick shit house, armed with none other than a 12” black rubber cock and covered from head to toe in KY jelly.  This he/she was not going down without a fight, but, nonetheless VICE prevailed victorious and viceland.com and vbs.tv are now successfully married.  Cue party.

 Upon finally finishing work in the not so sunny welsh capital Cardiff, myself and my ride seated ourselves on the blood red leather seats of his mother in law’s Mazda MX-5 and speedily took to the M4 as hairdressers in disguise.  We needed a ride, judgement will not be tolerated! Running an hour later than planned because of speed caps, traffic jams and crashes we arrived at VICE mag’s busy-ass celebratory party in association with the new free music download site boinc.com, located at Factory 7 in Shoreditch, London. The excitement was as unbearable as the beer thirst that had built up on the journey.  Cool, calm and collected we got our wristbands, blended in with the hipsters, grabbed a beer and lapped up the atmosphere. Having missed half of the acts at this neatly promoted shindig due to our error in geographical placement on the map, we still got to catch all of live acts Factory Floor and headliner Tom Vek.  Factory Floor’s awesome post-apocalyptic disco synth, a really raw and enjoyable sound, brought a resemblance to early Joy Division and worked really well in the build up to Tom Vek.  

Whilst waiting for the latter of the two live acts to set up I thought I would go and check out the other room in the venue which saw Rory Phillip’s bring a fresh and uplifting vibe on the turntables making for a great atmosphere. Torn between the two I decided to head back and get a decent spot to witness the ever evasive Tom Vek who kicked things off with Aroused, carrying on to play most of the singles from his new album Leisure Seizure. It has to be said, the short but sweet set went down a storm, ending with the perfectly fitting I Aint Saying My Goodbyes from his debut album left the crowd screaming for more of his unique addition to the Rock genre. As Tom Vek said his goodbyes, reluctantly, so did myself and my lift. A thoroughly well organised and enjoyable launch party in the prime sector of London, big thanks to VICE and Tallullah Elle. 


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